Patience over temptation

If you were to describe Robbie Lancaster in one word, it would be stoic. It's not that he's rude or anything, he's just naturally blank that everyone thinks he's incapable of feeling human emotions. Cold and seemingly uncaring, Robbie is named as the 'ice prince' in his father's company. Not only is he unimaginably wealthy, he is also one of the smartest employees and has earned his position as the Resources Director. With stunning good looks and a body mouth-watering enough to eat, it's a miracle how he can still walk in broad daylight without getting mobbed. Meet Leon Schwartz, a lowly chef, proud crossdresser and Robbie Lancaster's best friend. He is clumsy, honest, and optimistic, despite the difficulties he's had to face as an orphan. Leon is the only person that Robbie trusts in the entire world, aside from his family. So, what happens when a night of drunken ecstasy endangers their relationship? Robbie soon realizes he's falling for his best friend and there's nothing he can do about it. Not only does his feelings grow, but visits from ex-lovers try to destroy their new relationship. Now, Robbie has to decide. His decade-long friendship with Leon or his growing feelings of affection? Not an easy choice when you're cornered by ex-lovers and your best friend has a secret that could change your life entirely.

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?